That might not be the worst thing. Make them more afraid of us than we are of them.

[ right now, she's a little afraid of them. she steps past the corpse of the one he'd first shot. tentacles spill off of it, inky and foul-smelling, and there is the mutation of its face to consider. she's careful not to touch it. it looks wrong in ways beyond speech. ]

I'd been wondering how anything could go wrong studying rats. Now I wish I didn't know.